I apologize now if there are any editing mistakes I didn't correct. I've read this over so many times the words were starting to blend together.
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The blood was pounding in his ears. He could feel the burn of the air as it savagely assaulted his lungs.
One, two, three, one, two three,
Gavin silently counted in his head to the sound of his feet pounding the pavement. It was like the dull lull of a song slowly wiping his mind clean of everything. He guessed he had already run about a mile and a half, and he was coming back up on his apartment. Part of him wanted to push on further; that voice in his head telling him he could do it if he just pushed. The other more physical, more painful part of him was begging him to stop.
His legs were burning, and his lungs were hurting. This is exactly the punishment he deserved for not visiting the pavement sooner. He could feel the fabric of his shirt clinging to his sweat soaked chest to the point that it was starting to irritate him. His cheeks were rosy with exertion and his face was wet with effort. He was almost to the front of his building. He was almost done.
Just a second ago, he was considering running past his building, now Gavin was gasping for breath praying he could make it to the door before he passed out. The thought of continuing was ludicrous. He had to stop. His breath was coming in ragged gasps as he finally made it to the door of his apartment. If Gavin could have spared the breath to laugh, he would have. Who knew he was so out of shape?
Gavin walked around in small circles, trying to cool his body down. He ran a hand through his damp hair trying to even out his breath. He leaned against the side of his building intent on stretching out his legs. He lowered his head and smiled to himself.
Not bad, old man.
Satisfied he'd stretched enough; he pushed himself from the wall and stretched his arms. He was thinking he should run up the stairs then do some pull-ups over his kitchen entryway when he got into his apartment.
Gavin headed for the door of his apartment building.
Its only three flights,
he said trying to psych himself up. His head was down so he could focus on the steps just beyond the door. Gavin was about the bust through the door of his building, when a very curvy figure stepped in front of him. The first thing he saw where the shoes – impossibly high, and impossibly pointy. His gaze traveled up a pair of legs for what seemed like days and passed over flared hips. Whoever this woman was, she looked like she was poured into her skin tights.
He clicked his teeth as his eyes climbed from her tiny waist to her flat stomach to her full breasts. His assessment only took a second and Gavin's smile grew wider as his eyes slid to her throat, and over her chin to her face.
When his eyes registered the owner of the face staring back at him, Gavin physically took a step back.
"See anything you like?" That voice was like nails grating on a chalkboard.
"Cassie. Didn't realize the devil in disguise would look so…normal." Cassie smiled. "I almost didn't recognize you without your horns and pitchfork," he said waving his hands in front of his face. "I could have mistaken you for a normal person, but that sneer gave you away."
Cassie sucked on her teeth as she watched Gavin try to be…charming. "Now is that how you greet an old girlfriend?"
Gavin chuckled. "Fuck buddies yes – in a relationship – no way."
"C'mon, we had some good times."
Gavin was starting to get angry. "What do you want?"
Cassie took a step closer and Gavin tried not to cringe. "To see you. You look scrumptious all sweaty like that. I told you I missed you."
"What do you really want?"
"A nice tumble in the sheets would be a good place to start."
"Nope. I'm off the market." The words flew out of Gavin's mouth before he could register them, but now that they were out, he didn't feel as nervous as he thought he would. It was the first time he'd put a label on he and Red, and he liked it. He smiled.
"Off the market, really? Is this like all the other times you were 'off the market' too?"
Gavin wasn't that person anymore. At least, he wasn't trying to be.
"Does
she
know that you're off the market?"
Gavin's eyebrows rose.
"Oh, you didn't know? She and Wilson have been talking lately. I'd give it a week before those two are back together. No one can resist those baby blues," Cassie said shaking her head.
Maybe Gavin
could
keep running. Clearly there were still some things he needed to get off his mind.
"Get out of my way," Gavin said about to push past her.
"You really didn't know, did you?"
"Get out of my way." Gavin could feel his anger building as be bit out each syllable.
Cassie shrugged. "I just thought I'd give you a chance to not look like an asshole when she shows up to the Mayor's Birthday Party hanging off Wilson's arm. Red's a bitch and she doesn't deserve to be with you. She would never have the balls to tell you this to your face, so I figured I'd do you a favor."
Gavin had enough. "Don't talk to me. Ever. And I don't ever want to hear Red's name from you again. Don't talk about her, don't even think about her." He shoved past her nearly knocking her off her feet.
"Feisty. If you still need a date handsome, I'm always free," Cassie shouted at his back as he walked briskly toward the stairs.
Gavin tired to tune out Cassie's voice as he pushed himself up the stairs two at a time, but he knew there weren't enough stairs in the building to clear his mind of what he was thinking now. It didn't matter; he would straighten everything out with her tonight. There wouldn't be anymore of this miscommunication bullshit.
There was also no way Cassie was right. He thought Red would rather die than get back with Wilson, but what if she
was
right? Whatever. Cassie was a whore and a liar. There was no way he'd ever believe anything that came out of her mouth.
As Gavin rushed himself up the stairs he thought he would surprise Red tonight, and meet her at work. A slow smile spread across his face as he pictured the look on her face when she saw him. He unlocked and pushed open the door to his apartment, and headed straight for the bathroom. If he hurried, he could be there waiting for her before she got out.
He hopped into the shower and turned the water as hot as he could stand it. He felt like he had a layer of grime covering him after his encounter with Cassie. He grabbed the soap and lathered himself. He couldn't help but groan when his hand passed over his stomach trailing the path of dark fine hairs to the swell that was beginning between his legs.
Gavin could feel his strong cock throbbing as he pictured Red's smiling face as her breasts pressed themselves against her tank-top. Gavin held his breath as he wrapped his strong fingers around his erection. He could feel the blood slowly filling out every ridge and angry blue vein as they roped around his cock. He tried to stifle a moan as he imagined the excited look in Red's eye when he pulls his cock out.
He grabbed his balls with his free hand and gently began to massage them, feeling the slow rise to his climax. Gavin knew if he didn't slow down he was going to blow his wad all over the shower wall. Gavin tried to vary the pace of his hand moving back and forth around the girth of his cock, but he couldn't seem to stop. The image of Red peeling off her clothes and exposing her caramel skin had his hand moving faster and faster.
He could feel his pre-cum oozing out the tiny slit at the tip of his cock. Slowly, Gavin squeezed the head, trying to milk it the best way he could. He watched as his pre-cum mixed with soap as he passed his thumb over the shiny purple head.
Gavin imagined Red opening her legs, with that shy smile on her face, offering to him the sweetest tasting pussy ever to touch his lips. He imagined her fingers spreading herself open to him, teasing him with her wetness. Gavin's head fell back as his hand began to move faster and tighter over his cock. His breath was coming in short gasps and his hips were bucking into his hand, trying to fuck it.
Gavin was almost there when he felt the stirring in his balls, and the rising in his cock. He gasped loudly as his breathing stopped and his hand stilled. For a moment, the sensation of his cum trying to work its way out is almost too intense. The thought of Red dipping her fingers into her dripping cunt and slipping them into her mouth made his heart lurch. He can feel it now as his body jerks and his eyes glaze over. He can feel the cum he'd been holding back, holding back for Red, starting to make its way to the surface.
Gavin let go of his balls and reached out for the shower wall trying in vain to keep himself upright. His hips are bucking erratically as his hand jerked back and forth over his pulsing cock. First one, two, then three shots of cum blasted out of his cock.
Finally, he can breathe again. His movements were tentative at first, his cock seeming too sensitive to touch, but as he grabbed the angry purple head, he milked his cock for all its worth, coaxing another stream of ropy white cum from his body.
Gavin could feel the waves of satisfaction rolling off him. After the run he just had, and now that, he didn't think he'd be able to move. He stood in the shower for several minutes - one hand on the wall, and the other wrapped around his wilting cock. He stood there under the water stream thinking about Red. Thinking about how much he wanted to spill more of his cum into his best friend's tight milk chocolate body.
